Prologue

I'm on a cloud, and the fluffy edges are almost unnoticeable as they graze my feet. There's a choir of angels, all dressed in white. Actually, everything is white, from the white benches to the white trees and the white houses.

All except for me. With my bright orange t shirt and light gray jeans, I'm the only color there is, or at least as far as I can see.

Suddenly, something jerks me back, and spins me to face it.

It's a guy, who's wearing all black, gray, and white. His eyes are the only colorful things about him, and even then, they're a light brown with golden flames here and there.

He smiles a dazzling white, and I think I'm going to be blind from the extreme brightness.

My eyelids fly open. I've been having this dream every month for the past two years. It's always on the 7th, and I always wake up when he smiles.

I groggily get up and get ready. Today I'm meeting my friend at the park.